They grow up in cycles of poverty and violence,
Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips
Its the circle of tyrants and the circle of violence,
When they have kids they haven't seen in years, impressing their peers
Violence, crime, famine, lack of structure, poverty,
If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see
With your flashlight, tell me what do you see
And so is this whole family
I know they pay me too much of attention
Cause violence is the only way i'd win
They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win
Unnecessary violence just wildin for attention
And violence towards others
This ones for the lovers
It’s an endless cycle, of drugs and violence,
Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips
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